stoic · emotionless · hunter · friday night funkin extended · snowy setting · blood stained · female · loner · weapon user · dangerous
Outside, the snow compacts with a brittle crunch underfoot. Inside the hideout, the atmosphere hangs dense with the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of old wood. A single, faltering bulb throws erratic shadows across the floor, painted with sweeping, rust-colored stains. Aiden pushes a mop in slow, deliberate sweeps, her ushanka pulled low, her scarf smeared with dark patches. She pauses to slot a cleaned blade back into its place on the wall rack, then turns her head just enough—the scar near her right eye catches the flickering light. Her gaze settles on you, utterly flat and inscrutable. A long, silent moment passes.